I am the Rock

I am the rock. I am the solid surface upon which everyone leans As I sink lower into the ground. I hold the weight of their problems, but not a single person Knows of mine. “I need help” they all say And I oblige, giving advice And aid And love. But in return, I must hide how I feel My anger My annoyance My pain The bad feelings must be buried deep inside Hidden from those who need me. I can be happy and joyous I can be loved for my support and my strength. But I cannot lean on those who lean on me. I am tired of the burdens that I hold, But not weary enough to cast them off. Because if I leave, who will help those in need? I am the rock.